I had to go to the dentist today, I am soooooooooooooooo scared of needles and blood. I have had four children by normal delivery and I would rather do that again than go see a dentist. But, the pain got too much after my filling fell out so my beautiful hubby made me an appointment to stop me moaning and waking him at night. I managed to hold out for three months but apparently, I've been very grumpy and I now have an ulcer from taking too much Nurofen.
Dr Sharpell, Portsmouth Road is amazing! The man is a dental genius. One root canal identified and refilled within 30 mins and we managed to put the NHS to rights. No pain, he is an angel!
I grew up in Scotland where my parents owned the local store. We had an awesome selection of sweeties, those ones in those big jars which lined one wall. This mixed with spending a very large part of my life to date North of the border has resulted in several fillings (some are due to having a rather violent conflict with a Roller Hockey ball but that's another story) . It didn't ever get any better because once you have that sweet taste (I like deep fried mars bars!) your stuck!
To date, with creme eggs getting smaller every year thereby necessitating the consumption of two or more in any one sitting I fear some radical intervention may be required in my latter years.
Why didn't God make us like crocodiles..................
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Monday, March 5, 2007
Time
Why if there are 24 hours in a day do we only work for 9 of them?
I'm trying to rearrange my time to manage it better to complete the tasks I need to do and do the things I want to do.... but when I eventually get around to doing some tasks everyone I need to talk to and most systems I need to access are either asleep or closed shut down!
I'm trying to rearrange my time to manage it better to complete the tasks I need to do and do the things I want to do.... but when I eventually get around to doing some tasks everyone I need to talk to and most systems I need to access are either asleep or closed shut down!
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Sundays
Church at home today.
1030 start so plenty of time for a lie in.
The day comprises of five rounds of tea and coffee, homemade cakes and a full cooked two course meal. Everyone arrive, excellent company comprising six families, 33 in total, 19 of which are ages six months to nine years. The children are whisked away for an hour of fun packed children's activities whilst the grown ups drink tea and coffee and eat the stickier versions of the cakes. biscuits. They have the daunting task of chatting, praying and generally putting the world to rights. Then we all have dinner, home cooked food, buckets of it. Gooey puddings you wouldn't normally make for yourselves. Then more talking, Pool games and a film for the little guys and several of the dads normally. We all tidy up and go home in time for tea and bath / bed time for shattered children and partners.
This is church!!!! Man why doesn't everyone go!!
1030 start so plenty of time for a lie in.
The day comprises of five rounds of tea and coffee, homemade cakes and a full cooked two course meal. Everyone arrive, excellent company comprising six families, 33 in total, 19 of which are ages six months to nine years. The children are whisked away for an hour of fun packed children's activities whilst the grown ups drink tea and coffee and eat the stickier versions of the cakes. biscuits. They have the daunting task of chatting, praying and generally putting the world to rights. Then we all have dinner, home cooked food, buckets of it. Gooey puddings you wouldn't normally make for yourselves. Then more talking, Pool games and a film for the little guys and several of the dads normally. We all tidy up and go home in time for tea and bath / bed time for shattered children and partners.
This is church!!!! Man why doesn't everyone go!!
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Wow. How big?
This week I have been shown again how big God is. I had the privilege of looking after a lovely lady in the latter stages of her terminal illness. She had the advantage of knowing that she was soon to die, she had made the decision to stop all the treatment she was receiving. In making this choice she prepared herself for the inevitable and actively made peace with each member of her family, saying her goodbyes and thanking them for being a wonderful family. She was old and could be extremely difficult! She had ruled and led the family for over eighty years and did so to the last minute but she was wise and a believer. She knew she was going somewhere where there would be no more pain, no more debility where she could do what she wanted to do. She was happy that her suffering and the burden she felt she placed on her family would be over. A new beginning for all. She felt sorry for her girls she was leaving behind because she was off to a better place!
She passed away peacefully. A dead body looks so very different than a live one within seconds of death. That something, "the life" isn't there, the physical vessel looks exactly the same but that special unique thing that made them them has gone. God made this bit and God took it away. How awesome is that? There can be no doubt about God's existence when we see life.
It was a privilege to be with someone as they move on, to share in their preparation and in the "sorting" that facilitates their peace. It is such a personal thing and probably one of the most important things for her and her family, I was touched and moved by the frankness and openness that materialised as this family experienced the vulnerability of being in the presence of God's plan.
She passed away peacefully. A dead body looks so very different than a live one within seconds of death. That something, "the life" isn't there, the physical vessel looks exactly the same but that special unique thing that made them them has gone. God made this bit and God took it away. How awesome is that? There can be no doubt about God's existence when we see life.
It was a privilege to be with someone as they move on, to share in their preparation and in the "sorting" that facilitates their peace. It is such a personal thing and probably one of the most important things for her and her family, I was touched and moved by the frankness and openness that materialised as this family experienced the vulnerability of being in the presence of God's plan.
Friday, February 2, 2007
Time off
A day at home......I had a long soak in the bath ON MY OWN!
I had it REALLY hot with grown up bath oil (not Mr Matey) and I read a book and drank a cup of tea in the bath. No bubbles, no shaving foam pictures on the tiles no pricess mermaid and ponies in the bath just me....................it was so quiet and there was so much room!
That's me set now for another four months.
I had it REALLY hot with grown up bath oil (not Mr Matey) and I read a book and drank a cup of tea in the bath. No bubbles, no shaving foam pictures on the tiles no pricess mermaid and ponies in the bath just me....................it was so quiet and there was so much room!
That's me set now for another four months.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Pain
It's been a tough week! I'm on my knees. One too many things to do and not enough time to do them.
This week had the anniversary of one of our close friends dying. She was the same age as me, mum of three and God took her after a horrible eighteen months of treatment for lung cancer.
No matter what anyone says about her winning or finishing her race, being at peace, or having won her battle it still hurts like hell. I miss her and no matter how much I believe in God I'm still angry when I think of her because he took her away from us. We all prayed for healing and sat by her bedside for days bargaining and pleading, lots happened in our relationships and those of her family and with her and God but she still died. In human terms we have lost something so very precious and the multitude of emotions which accompany this I still cannot begin to understand or process.
This week had the anniversary of one of our close friends dying. She was the same age as me, mum of three and God took her after a horrible eighteen months of treatment for lung cancer.
No matter what anyone says about her winning or finishing her race, being at peace, or having won her battle it still hurts like hell. I miss her and no matter how much I believe in God I'm still angry when I think of her because he took her away from us. We all prayed for healing and sat by her bedside for days bargaining and pleading, lots happened in our relationships and those of her family and with her and God but she still died. In human terms we have lost something so very precious and the multitude of emotions which accompany this I still cannot begin to understand or process.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Girlie!
I forgot to mention in my previous post the reason why it's been so long since my last wibble.........
being an airhead chick I forgot my password!
My beautiful husband came to my rescue and sorted it all out with e mails and computer stuff which I find all very boring and have absolutely no understanding. Now this brought to mind me being a girl! I know I set women's lib back by years in some ways because I just love being a girl! I like it when a man holds a door open for me or moderates his language because I'm within earshot, I firmly believe that their are "boy jobs" (putting the bins out, everything to do with cars, anything mechanical and lifting heavy things) and "girl jobs", (cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping and organising) . I also love it when men "look after" us girls , those little things like scraping the car when its icy, making special coffee after meals, being a shoulder to cry on , a big hug when we need one and generally building us up when we're feeling a bit snowed under.
BUT...............
I hate it when anyone assumes we can't/won't do something because we're girls. And just because we can doesn't mean we should.
I do girlie things because God made me a girl. I love being a girl. My man loves me because I'm a girl. GOD MADE US DIFFERENT. Apart from the obvious anatomical minnie/winkie thing we're so very different on the inside.
Girls lets be girls God made us girls lets be proud of that. This in no way demeans who we are or what we stand for or believe in.
Now my car, it's an estate, it's full of rubbish , kids clothes and half eaten food. I have pink fluffy dice in the window and a "Princess on board" sticker in the window. I drive within the speed limits and in the middle lane on the motorway, my parking is terrible and I listen to the Corrs. But, I love cars and speed. Under that dirt encrusted exterior is a awesome V8 4.4l engine which can do 0 - 60 in under 7 seconds.
I was driving home from a church meeting one Sunday when a young man wearing dark shades pulled up alongside me at some traffic lights. His windows were down and his music was extremely loud. He revved his engine and his very big exhaust made a very low rumbling and his spoiler thingy shook like mad. He looked across and I dread to think what he was thinking as I sat there in my mum jeans, muffin top visible over my short t shirt (shrunk in wash, not a trend thing) trying to find Radio 4. And then it happened, that feeling I get when I think someone has made a judgement on what they perceive and not on the truth. The traffic lights went to amber he revved, I waited, GREEN ..........I floored it left him standing but not before smiling sweetly when I really wanted to give him the bird! Left him standing without breaking the speed limit!
Beaten by a mum in an estate! Assumptions..................................
I love being a girl!
being an airhead chick I forgot my password!
My beautiful husband came to my rescue and sorted it all out with e mails and computer stuff which I find all very boring and have absolutely no understanding. Now this brought to mind me being a girl! I know I set women's lib back by years in some ways because I just love being a girl! I like it when a man holds a door open for me or moderates his language because I'm within earshot, I firmly believe that their are "boy jobs" (putting the bins out, everything to do with cars, anything mechanical and lifting heavy things) and "girl jobs", (cleaning, cooking, ironing, shopping and organising) . I also love it when men "look after" us girls , those little things like scraping the car when its icy, making special coffee after meals, being a shoulder to cry on , a big hug when we need one and generally building us up when we're feeling a bit snowed under.
BUT...............
I hate it when anyone assumes we can't/won't do something because we're girls. And just because we can doesn't mean we should.
I do girlie things because God made me a girl. I love being a girl. My man loves me because I'm a girl. GOD MADE US DIFFERENT. Apart from the obvious anatomical minnie/winkie thing we're so very different on the inside.
Girls lets be girls God made us girls lets be proud of that. This in no way demeans who we are or what we stand for or believe in.
Now my car, it's an estate, it's full of rubbish , kids clothes and half eaten food. I have pink fluffy dice in the window and a "Princess on board" sticker in the window. I drive within the speed limits and in the middle lane on the motorway, my parking is terrible and I listen to the Corrs. But, I love cars and speed. Under that dirt encrusted exterior is a awesome V8 4.4l engine which can do 0 - 60 in under 7 seconds.
I was driving home from a church meeting one Sunday when a young man wearing dark shades pulled up alongside me at some traffic lights. His windows were down and his music was extremely loud. He revved his engine and his very big exhaust made a very low rumbling and his spoiler thingy shook like mad. He looked across and I dread to think what he was thinking as I sat there in my mum jeans, muffin top visible over my short t shirt (shrunk in wash, not a trend thing) trying to find Radio 4. And then it happened, that feeling I get when I think someone has made a judgement on what they perceive and not on the truth. The traffic lights went to amber he revved, I waited, GREEN ..........I floored it left him standing but not before smiling sweetly when I really wanted to give him the bird! Left him standing without breaking the speed limit!
Beaten by a mum in an estate! Assumptions..................................
I love being a girl!
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